Third Time

My third time

was the first time I had to lose myself

The first time I had ahold of myself

It was the first time I lost myself

I didn’t even know myself

When everything right goes left

Can you rise and take that step?

There’s beer in the fridge

Can you be light? take one sip?

Got bud, that flower in the grinder,

if I roll up on ya, and weed out a couple hours

Can you take one hit?

Truly Self control as mobile as a hip

It goes where you take it

The way my muscle contracts with my brain

There’s no faking it till I make it cause if I make it

I better not scratch, get shit lit like a match

Snatching souls from these hoes

cooking slash and burn these niggas

I’m on my seventh batch

-Rich